It is that time of year between Thanksgiving and Christmas, which I think only happens in the United States ("that time of year" that is). I am excited! Aren’t you?
Hold on to your shopping bags, and let the festivities begin.
Many people who are not catholic, or religious, or “American” (i.e., the immigrants – my favorite peoples) say that it is their favorite time of the year. How can you NOT love it!?
Lights are popping up on rooftops. Store displays are complete with a mix of Christmas and Chanukah decorations. Luminous trees are peaking in from windows. Rows of green fur and that forest pine cone smell are lining up the sidewalks.
There are tons and tons of commercials with that holiday theme of snow, red cars, shopping, shopping and more shopping. There’s the Victoria’s Secret show that makes most women of America skip breakfast, lunch and dinner the day after. Did you get your angel wear yet?
There are also the Hallmark and Lifetime channels that turn into a 24/7 operation of cozy, get under the blanket and have some hot chocolate movies. It is as if this is the only time of year that families and loved ones reunite. It is the only magical time of year where people suddenly start living the life they’ve always wanted, but now they realize that nothing is happier than the life they’ve lived all along.
What makes this time of year even more festive is all the birthdays. Mom’s birthday, friend’s birthday, friend of a friend birthday, toddler twins of a friend birthday, etc. You get the point.
There are a lot of birthdays, including my own. And I am going ice-skating, in NYC, in the park, with the huge center piece of a Christmas tree, surrounded by hundreds of crafty, smoky, glamorous, luminous, put a smile on your face booths. Yep, it’s Bryant Park. Can you think of a better way to celebrate?
Then, after all this, we get to ring in the New Year. I can’t believe 2012 is just around the corner, just as I squeeze in a post for November!
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